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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.