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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.