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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Josef K,
X-102,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Liliput,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.