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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.