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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.