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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.