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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.