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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.