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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.