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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.