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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.