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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.