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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.