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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.