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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.