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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.