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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.