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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.