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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Index,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.