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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.