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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.