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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.