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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.