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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.