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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.