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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.