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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Can,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.