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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.