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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.