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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.