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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.