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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
June Days,
Yaz,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.