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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Move,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.