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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.