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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.