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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.