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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.