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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.