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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.