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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.