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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.