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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.