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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.