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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.