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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.