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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Slave,
Lalann,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.