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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.