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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.