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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.