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 France and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.