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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.