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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.