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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.