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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.