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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
UT,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.