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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.