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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.