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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
the Association,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.