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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Index,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.