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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.