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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.