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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.