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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.