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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.