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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.