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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
UT,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.