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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Index,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.