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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.