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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.