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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.