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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Roxette,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.