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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.