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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Lyres,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.