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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.