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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.