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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.