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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.