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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.