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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.