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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.