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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.