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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.