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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.