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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Index,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.