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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Erasure,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.