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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.