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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.