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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.