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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.