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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.