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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.