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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.