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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.