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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.