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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.