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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.