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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.