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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.