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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.