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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.