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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.