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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.