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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.