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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.