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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.