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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.