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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.