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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.