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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
PIL,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.