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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.