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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.