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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.