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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 organ 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.