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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.