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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.