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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.