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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.