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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.