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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.