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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.