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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.