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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.