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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
JFA,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.