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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Fear,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.