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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.