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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.