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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.