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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.