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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.