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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.