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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.