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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.