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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
cv313,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.