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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.