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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.