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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.