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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.