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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.