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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.