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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.