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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.