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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.