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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.