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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.