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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.