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 France and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.