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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.