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 Mexico and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.