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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.