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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.