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 Chile and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.