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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.