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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.