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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.