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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.