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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.