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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.