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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Brick,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.