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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.