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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
MC5,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.