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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.