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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.