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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
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Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.