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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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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.