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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Gong,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.