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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.