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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.