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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
ABC,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.