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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Index,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.