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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.