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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.