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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.