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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.