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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.