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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.