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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.