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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.