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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.