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 London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.