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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Ituana,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.