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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Litter,
AZ,
Lakeside,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.