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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.