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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.