Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.