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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.