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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.