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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.