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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.