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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.