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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Section 25,
Gong,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.