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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.