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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.