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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.