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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.