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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.