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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.