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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.