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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.