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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.