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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.