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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.