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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.