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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.