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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.