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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.