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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.