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 Australia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.