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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.