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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.