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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Magazine,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.