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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.