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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Index,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.