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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Monks,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The Index,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.