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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.