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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.