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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.