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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Wings,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.