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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.