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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.