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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.