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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.