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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Organ,
the Association,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.