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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.