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 Palau 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Gong,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.