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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.