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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.