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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
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.