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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.