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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.