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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.