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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.