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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.