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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.