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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.