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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.