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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.