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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.