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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Index,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.