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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.