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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.