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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.