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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.