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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.