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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.