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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.