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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.