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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.