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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Liliput,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.