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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.