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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.