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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.