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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.