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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.