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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.