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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.