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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.