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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.