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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.