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 Fiji 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.