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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.