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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.