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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Can,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.