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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.