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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.