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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.