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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.