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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Television,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.