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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.