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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.