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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.