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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.