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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.