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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.