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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Niagra,
Japan,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.