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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.