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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.