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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.