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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Audionom 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Technova,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.