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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.