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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.