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 China 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.