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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Faust,
CMW,
Lalann,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.