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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.