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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.