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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
CMW,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.