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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.