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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pretty Things 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Gong,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.