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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.