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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.