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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.