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 Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
June Days,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Television,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.