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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.