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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.