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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.