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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.