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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.