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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.