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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.