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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.