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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.