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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.