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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.