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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.