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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.