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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.