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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Index,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.