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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.