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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.