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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Swans,
MC5,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.