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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.