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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Can,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.