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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
ABC,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.