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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.