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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.