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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.