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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.