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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.