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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.