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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.