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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.