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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.