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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.