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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.