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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.