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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.