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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.