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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.