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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Visage,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.