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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.