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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.