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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.