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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.