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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Names,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.