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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.