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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.