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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.