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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.