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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.