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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.