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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.