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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.