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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.