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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.