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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.