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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.