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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.