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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.