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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
The Index,
UT,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.