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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.