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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.