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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Index,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.