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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.