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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.