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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.