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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.