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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.