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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.