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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.