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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.