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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.