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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.