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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.