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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.