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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.