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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.