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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Adolescents,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.