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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.