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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.