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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.