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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.