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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.