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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.