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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.