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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.