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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.