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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Ronan,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.