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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Whodini,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.