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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.