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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.