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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.