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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.