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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.