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 Argentina and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
the Association,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Pylon,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Pole,
Symarip,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.