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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.