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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.