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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.