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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.