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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.