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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.