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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.