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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.