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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.