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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.