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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Franke,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.