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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.