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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.