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 Comoros and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Wire,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.