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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.