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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Index,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.