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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.