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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.