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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.