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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.