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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.