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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 organ 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Television,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.