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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.