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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.