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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.