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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
X-101,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.