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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.