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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.