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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.