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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.