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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Technova,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.