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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Nico,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Can,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.