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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.