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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.