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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.