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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.