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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.