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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.