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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.