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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.