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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.