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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.