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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
X-101,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.