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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.