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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.