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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.