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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.