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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.