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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.