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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Slave,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.