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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.