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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.