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 India and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.