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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.