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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.