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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.