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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.