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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.