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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Rekid,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.