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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Index,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.