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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.