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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.