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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Cure,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.