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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.