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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.