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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Faust,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.