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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.