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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.