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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Magma,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.