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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.