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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.