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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.