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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.