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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.