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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.