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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Nico,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.