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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.