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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.