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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.