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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.