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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.