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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.