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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.