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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.