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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.