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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Can,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.