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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.