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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.