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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.