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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.