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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.