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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.