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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.