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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.