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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.