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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.