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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.