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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.