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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.