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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.