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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.