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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Can 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.