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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.