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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.