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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.