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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.