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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.