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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.