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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.