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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.