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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Monks,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Television,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.