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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.