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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.