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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.