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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.