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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.