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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.