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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.