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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.