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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.