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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.