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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Franke,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.