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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.