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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.