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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.