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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.