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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.