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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.