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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.